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[Daria was pretty short in comparison, at five feet and two inches. Six and a half sized shoes. So she literally felt tiny in comparison to Erron, surely she was of no problem here.

Clearly not, cowboy.]

Can't knock what's made you live over a hundred years. You could write a memoir.

[It was a bit easier this time, for some reason. She leaned a little bit herself; as much as she could with the support.]

[ Erron wasn't really expecting their trip to Outworld to end up like this but eh. It could be worse. Kissing Daria wasn't bad, it felt great and she didn't kick him in the balls either, which he was over the moon about.

When he pulls away again because damn this need to breathe, he brushes away some of the hair from his face with his free hand. ]

How'd you rate kissing a cowboy?

[Oh, don't knock kicking in the balls completely gone yet. It probably wouldn't happen but she would be ashamed if you let your guard down.]

If I answer that, all the other cowboys I kissed might be mad at me.

[Again, kidding. She was actually a rather honest person, finally now thinking of how to answer that.]

I don't know; never actually kissed someone like this before.

... I didn't take your first damn kiss, did I?

[ That's a terrifying thought, and he still didn't have it in him to let go of Daria's waist just yet. ]

...Is that a problem?

[Daria seriously stared at him.]

[ And Erron stares back, not sure what to say for once. ]

[Whoa, don't tell her he actually cared about stuff like that. That maybe she cared that he cared.

She cared a little, only because she knew this was a complete disaster and wouldn't maybe even last long. She wanted to kiss Trent before, but she never did. Especially since she knew a relationship with him would go nowhere.

But in hindsight, did she care that much? No, not at all. Erron became dead silent, and she should say...something, should she?]

If you think I would care that much about precious first kisses, I might actually be a normal member of the female human race.

Or, dare say, sappy like my sister.

[ Girls man. You never know what to do with them. But that does get Erron a little tongue tied still.

This doesn't change the fact that Erron is a walking disaster and there should be some level of sympathy for anyone who gets caught up in it. Especially this way. ]

Okay... as long as you ain't going to give me shit about it in the future.

[ Man he doesn't want that kind of responsibility placed on him.

It'll pass though, if she's okay with it. ]

[He...really did care. He honestly cared about it. It actually warmed her cold, bitter heart. Even if he cared about it affecting him, it still meant he took this pretty seriously.

They both knew the line they crossed and they both were going to have to deal with it. But dealing with it with Erron wasn't so bad.

At the very least, she now knew they were kinda on the same page. They didn't want to be pegged down by any of this. Daria didn't submit to anyone's will, but she could agree to terms if she deemed them good to follow.]

I won't.

Besides, I meant what I sorta said.

It was nice. I don't want to ruin the fun all of the time, you know. We both took the bullet, figuratively. I'm willing to take as much responsibility for it.

[ He exhales and lets go of her. Mainly because he needs a moment to catch his breath and look away and not think about kissing her again because that was too fun.

Erron looks around, and picks up a small leather flask from the ground. He opens it and takes a deep breath of the smell of strong alcoholic spirits and takes a gulp. The fire of it steadied his nerves and it was good.

This was one hell of a trip back. ]

[And now he was drinking. Daria had no idea what to think now. Was this a complete disaster or a complete disaster? Could they have some good come of this? Or will they never speak of it again? Were they still friends? Were they some screwed up exclusive thing that could screw up their friendship later? Something she wouldn't dare tell her parents and he wouldn't dare tell the Emperor.

Oh okay, so all of those repercussions were coming up. They did the thing now they have to deal, or else.]

What happens now?

[If he wouldn't ask it then she will.]

[ Just give Erron a moment as he takes a deep breath. ]

You want a sip?

[ Watch this man effortlessly try and skirt responsibility or culpability or anything as he holds out the flask, propriety be damned. ]

[He was avoiding the question. Either because he was in denial anything would change and affect him or because he was too stumped to deal with it right now.

It wasn't an easy thing for Daria either, and to be frank, she was a bit disappointed that he wasn't putting up a finger to make any sort of point about it.

She was trying, and she really hoped Erron would too. At least say something about it so she could figure something out.

Maybe Erron didn't feel the same way but she would like to speak with him somewhat normally and not be awkward and distant for the rest of whatever the heck kind of relationship this was. She could only assume he felt differently, because he really wasn't talking about it.

She held up a hand.]

No thanks, all yours, cowboy. My family might actually ask questions if I came home with anything other than disinterest on my face.

[She looked at him though. Did you have anything to say?]

I enjoyed that. Did you?

[ he says as he closes the flask and dumps it back on the ground. ]

I could go back to kissin' ya if it didn't freak you out. I ain't a... touchyfeely guy but I can bend a bit.

[Oh. Well. That was surely an answer.

Daria stood a little closer, if only so communication could be a little better.]

Look, it's just like with the med kit. I know you have a certain set of morals different from mine. It comes with the territory. My greatest concerns for the moment are being able to get out of bed and stay sane after listening to my sister every day.

You are a hardened mercenary who has to live off how large your body count is and hope your employer isn't cranky enough that you have extra work to do. We're from two different worlds and I don't want you to feel like you have to bend anything because we're different.

I get it, I understand.

It might be hard to believe but I honestly just want you comfortable around me. I trust you and I honestly can't imagine Erron Black to be any less of an egotistical ass.

[Daria was always honest with her feelings, no matter how blunt they were.]

[ Well that was... new for him. Really. Erron runs a hand through his hair and looks up at the sky, before looking back at Daria. ]

You called me an ass.

[ He grins. ]

I'm doin' something right then.

[...Pfff. She couldn't help but smile back.]

I thought that was your life goal. Or one of them. Next to having boatloads of cash.

Well, occasionally I think about buyin' a bit of farmland somewhere where I can sit on my porch and drink whisky and smoke cigarettes all night.

[ He shrugs, talking plainly as he looks Daria straight in the eye. ]

But that ain't here nor there. And I reckon I'll be here nor there for a good few hundred years more. So in that time, I'm going to have my fun, kill some jackasses and occasionally find a pretty gal and conversation partner.

[Erron? Owning farmland? Erron was cute but Daria had a hard time imagining Erron as a farmer. It just didn't fit right, unless if Erron would be one of them that would literally sit on his porch and drink and threaten people from getting within an acre radius.]

Well, I'm all for owning land to be all by myself. Having a boomstick so the damn kids didn't get on your property. Sounds like the good life to strive for.

[A few hundred years huh...and maybe Erron would look the exact same. She maybe still had the smallest smile on her face.]

Hopefully in that far in future you can still tell me about it at my tombstone. I'm sure my old decayed skeleton would love to hear about that last job that got you there. I hear the dead still make good conversation.

Edited 2015-07-31 19:58 (UTC)

[ Wow that was... surprisingly morbid. Erron was taken aback because he doesn't really think about those things in relation to himself. Or the people he likes.

He may have been in Outworld way too long because people generally don't die unless they're killed, and most of them are pretty good at avoiding getting killed.

Whatever. This is too much thinking for him and Erron rubs his head with a hand, trying to mitigate the headache. ]

Well that was an emotional ballache.

[Maybe it was a little hard to hear how someone you like was going to outlive you by a long shot one way or another.

At this point, it was anyone's guess how she was going to go. If she was going to live to be an old lady, Erron would still be the same. He probably would.

Daria was morbid by nature, quite a bit. She went too far though this time, she knew now. She picked up the flask from the ground and handed it to him. Just in case, you know.]

Perk of my own mortality. If I lived to be a thousand, I wouldn't know what to do with myself. I'm mostly content with reading and writing, then eating and sleeping.

[ He's gratefully taking the flask and taking another sip out of it. What a grim girl she was. Always keeping him on his toes. Not like that was a bad thing, but it meant that he might have to go back and buy more booze at some point sooner than expected. ]

Still an emotional ballache, darlin'.

[Got your work cut out for you, cowboy. She might try to not mention her own mortal compass so much. Death wasn't a light joke, at least not hers.

Maybe she was touched that hers wasn't a light joke to him.

She was really touched actually.]

Hrm...sorry. I don't have much of a filter for my own morbid sense of humor.

It's okay, I wasn't expecting anything else but jesus it hits you like a bull.

[ says Erron after he drinks another sip from his flask, closes it and is making himself comfortable with the ground.

As in, he's two seconds from lying face first in the ground because this conversation went from great to terrible to hot to great and now doom and gloom. ]

Booze probably helps you with that.

[She felt...terrible, actually. Way to go, Morgendorffer. You did it again, you charmer, you.

She felt a tug inside. She really needed to make an effort to fix this. In a different way, this time. This time she really needed to think more of his feelings than hers.]

I'm a bitch, but I like you. So let me help make it up to you, that hopefully doesn't involve me having to carry you through the desert.

[To a motel. Or whatever the equivalent of Outworld motels are. Or not run in Kotal Khan. How would she explain that?

Hello, Lost Pet Services...

Also, she liked him. Fuck you, don't repeat that.]